- Meatwad: Hey, y'all might wanna turn that grill down, 'cause Mucus Man is meltin' here.
- Master Shake: He's not melting. He's "chillaxin'". If you can't speak the language, go back to Mexico. Where you were born, and are from.
- Master Shake: Carl, what the hell are you doing on our property?
- Carl: I just came to see why my doorknob was covered in snot. And then I saw you. And I connected the two.
- Master Shake: [crashes through the window, bright flaming red all over] DAMMIT, who took my sunblock? SPF 60, for FAIR SKIN?
- Frylock: There ain't enough SPF in the world to protect you from that...
- Meatwad: Well, we got all that cream cheese we won from the fair. Can you tan through that?
- Master Shake: [thinks] It's worth a shot...
- Meatwad: [solemnly] And it may be the only shot we have.
- Master Shake, Meatwad: [Shake and Meatwad, rubbing themselves all over with huge globs of cream cheese]
- Frylock: [long pause as he watches] Or... WE COULD SHUT THE F**KING GRILL OFF!